It sickens me that I know myself so well.

It sickens me that I keep finding out more.

It sickens me when I see other people so clearly.

It sickens me when I figure out how to work it.

It sickens me when I don’t.

It sickens me that I’m so fucking insane.

It sickens me that I’m so fucking sane.

It sickens me to think about my mistakes.

It sickens me when I can’t.

It sickens me that I just don’t know.

It sickens me that I don’t really care.

I’m just sick of it.